The Lever - A Novel by William Dana Orcutt
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ye made me, ye an' Miss Alice a-traipsin' over me flower-beds." Then,
with a sigh: "Ah, sor, I remimber it as if 'twas yisterday. Miss Alice's mother was livin' thin, God rist her soul. Thank ye, sor, f'r remimberin' me. I'll call Mrs. Gorham an' Miss Alice." It was the girl who appeared first, greeting Allen with frank cordiality. "Eleanor will be ready in a moment," she said. "Isn't this the greatest coincidence?" she continued. "Yesterday at this time I had no idea you were within a thousand miles, and now it seems as if we might almost be back in Pittsburgh again, living the same childish life and playing the same games." "It was certainly a dandy coincidence for me," Allen agreed, "but I don't quite follow you back to the kid games we played." "Why, Allen!" Alice reproached him, "have you forgotten the motor rides you and I took with wash-tubs, turned upside down, for seats, and the remnant of your express-wagon for a steering-wheel? My! how fast we used to go!" "That's so!" he admitted. "I'd forgotten all about it. You used to look great sitting on that tub." "Freckles and all?" "I didn't remember the freckles, either, until you spoke of them. You were a little corker, even then." |
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